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Aug 2011
sometimes i am very tired
(and dust is like me)
dust is like me sleeping

               (fluff and sloughing me)

          b
       e
            t
      w
          ee
            n

softness barely dust is me
resting on your skin in a
hot room where we fell
slumping into each others
dreams our selves curled
our limbs about and we
PK Wakefield
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PK Wakefield
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